Melbourne autumn is (so far) beautiful and crisp and blue. I sit in my office and look at the yellow-redbrick-verdigris domes of Flinders Street Station with the absolute autumn blue sky behind it and get distracted. There's always rustling pigeons and just one tree that I can see getting battered by the draughts that run between the buildings.

I'm really happy that we're here, even though the city is making me ill and I miss the farm and the rest of my family and sharing my dawn walks with wallabies and no one else.

But there is lots and lots and lots to see before I go back to the farm.